But takes the Plume that God has given,
And rises into Light and Heaven!

But, when I see that Wing so bright,
Grow languid with a Moment's Flight,
Attempt the Paths of Air in vain,
And sink into the Waves again;
Alas! the flatt'ring Pride is o'er;
Like thee, awhile, the Soul may soar,
But erring MAN must blush to think,
Like thee, again, the Soul may sink!

Oh! VIRTUE, when thy Clime I seek,
Let not my Spirit's Flight be weak:
Let me not, like this feeble Thing,
With Brine still dropping from its Wing,
Just sparkle in the solar Glow,

And plunge again to Depths below.
But when I leave the grosser Throng
With whom my Soul hath dwelt so long,
Let me, in that aspiring Day,
Cast every ling'ring Stain away,
And, panting for thy purer Air,
Fly up at once and fix me there!

With the Complimentary Lines to these hardy Adventurers on the OCEAN, the Remarks upon SEA Fish, and Fishing, will terminate.

Where is CARE to be lost? where is HEALTH to be found? Where is Labour with Quiet incessantly crown'd?

Where does Pride and Ambition disdain to be seen?
With the Ills of PANDORA lamenting between?
Truth whispers me soft, and with Truth I agree-
In the Fisherman's Cottage that stands by the SEA.

The Hangings that grace the rude Mansion within,
Are an old tatter'd Net on a strong Oaken Pin:
The Hearth made of Rock-work without any Bars,
An old pair of Water-boots, two broken Jars;
A Truss of clean Straw, which gives Comfort to me,
In the Fisherman's Cottage that stands by the SEA.

When the Tempest howls rude, and the salt Waves mount high,

And seem, in the Distance, to war with the Sky;

When the Sea-gulls scream loud, and fierce Lightning descends,

Fear troubles him not-his old Boat he defends,

Puts on his rough Cap, puffs his short Pipe with Glee,
And, content, waits the Calm, in his Cot by the SEA.

If no golden Treasures are dealt him by Fate,
(To be happy's a Blessing scarce known to the Great)
No Dun can torment him, no Lawyer perplex,
And the Tax-man ne'er knocks at his Cabin to vex.
Be't mine to enjoy, all these Blessings as free
As the Fisher, who dwells, in his Cot by the SEA.

We shall now proceed to notice those In

cidents, respecting the Rivers, and

Lakes, which were by Accident omitted;

according to the Alphabetical Arrangement, which has been previously pursued in their Description.

Berkshire.

It is remarkable that at READING, those Wells, between which and the Thames, the Kennet has its Course, rise and fall with the former. Hence it is agreed, that the Bed of the Thames is much lower, and detaches its Springs under the Channel of the latter.

NEWBURY, through which the Kennet runs, has for a long Period, been justly considered a most excellent CORN Market, and still retains Customs, highly desirable to be observed in all other Markets. Here, the Grain is pitched in open Market, and offered to the PUBLIC, in small, as well as large, Quantities. Thus defeating, all that is possible, the Artifices of Monopolizers, and holding out to the industrious, lowly Hand, the chief Nourisher of his Existence, at a fair Market Price. Another good Custom is, that the FARMER, let him sell much, or little, has his Money paid

on the Delivery of the Article; by this Means. verifying, the old Saying in NEWBURY Market, that,

"The Farmer may take back
His Money in his Sack."

The fancied Peculiarity of the LAMBORN, has been variously accounted for, the Fact is, the Current of the River is nearly the same at all Times; and the Reason, why, the Stream does not materially increase, during Winter, seems to arise, from the Paucity of neighbouring Eminences, by which alone the Water could be swelled, from the Torrents poured into its Bosom.

Cheshire.

The VICAR of EASTHAM (a Parish containing Sixty-seven Houses, and between three and four Hundred Inhabitants, and situate on the Banks of the Mersey), has a Right to all the FISH caught in the River Mersey, on Sundays, and Fridays.

The following singular and romantic Cir

cumstance, is recorded, in a Patent of Augmentation, of the Arms and Crest of THOMAS VENABLES, of Goulborne, in this County, who was lineally descended from Sir GILBERT VENABLES, Knight, (Commissioner to King WILLIAM the Conqueror), and from whom, Colonel ROBERT VENABLES, the Author of the Experienced Angler, claims his Descent. His Crest was a Demy Dragon, Gules, issuing out of a Welson or Weir to take Fish, Argent. "A terrible DRAGON made his Abode in the Lordship of Moston, where he devoured all such Persons as he laid hould on, which the said THOMAS VENABLES hearing tell of, in following the Example of the valiant RoMANS, and not regarding his Life, in Comparison with the Safeguard of his Countrymen, did in his own Person, courageously set on the DRAGON, whom first he shot through with an Arrow, and afterwards manfully slew him, at which Instant, the said DRAGON was devouring of a Child; for the which worthy Act, was given unto him the Lordship of Moston, by the Ancestors of the Earls of OXFORD, the Lords of the Fee there. And also, ever since, the said THOMAS and his HEIRS, in Remembrance thereof, have used to bear, as well in the Arms, as in the Crest, a DRAGON." The